The Most Arbitrary Wizard

Chapter 129: Chapter 82: "Hello, This Is a Robbery.

This suitcase was truly massive.

In Sabeck’s vast experience, it was big enough to fit an adult man weighing well over a hundred pounds, even after he’d been dismembered.

His subordinate had a flash of inspiration and whispered, "Mr. Sabeck, do you think the Light Attendant is hiding in the suitcase?"

Sabeck: "?"

"I’ll stuff *you* in a fucking suitcase!"

The subordinate: "..."

Sabeck cursed, "Can’t you use your brain before you speak?"

What was the status of a Light Attendant?

Even if the suitcase could fit him, would he really let himself be hidden in such a damned place?

Sean had once commented on major powers with high status like the Florist Family. In their eyes, face was sometimes more important than anything else. It was like many nobles of old; even if they fell on hard times and couldn’t afford a meal, they still had to be seen being chauffeured in a carriage and dressed immaculately whenever they went out.

It was the same for Wizards, really.

They were all prominent figures. Who would be willing to sit at a table with a corpse?

Sabeck was completely baffled. ’How had he never noticed his subordinate was this stupid before?’

’Anyone who didn’t know better would think he was a clown sent from the circus to be the comic relief.’

But cursing aside, Sabeck noticed another detail.

The hotel entrance had steps. When Sean came out dragging the suitcase, he didn’t even retract the handle. He just effortlessly lifted the massive case and walked down the stairs. This gave Sabeck an instant, intuitive conclusion—

The case was empty.

Or rather, there was very little in it, so little that it had almost no weight.

Sabeck’s brow furrowed even deeper.

’This conflicts with the logic of Sean’s previous actions.’

’He specifically told the airport to send the suitcase to the hotel, which should mean the case is heavy and difficult to carry. But Sean’s actions now suggest the complete opposite.’

’Besides, shouldn’t a suitcase be left in the room?’

’He’s already at the hotel, why is he bringing it back out?’

’Could it be that Sean isn’t actually staying at this hotel?’

’Then why have the airport deliver the case here?’

On the other hand, when normal people travel, if they don’t have much stuff, they use a small, easy-to-carry suitcase. Or they try not to use a suitcase at all. Traveling with just a backpack is best. But what about Sean?

’He clearly hasn’t packed much, yet he insists on carrying such a huge case. What the hell is this guy up to?’

Sabeck had the strange feeling that he was caught in a high-difficulty criminal investigation, something like a "locked-room murder."

Logic told him that Sean must have a reason for doing this, but he couldn’t for the life of him figure out what it was.

’He can’t possibly have some kind of travel anxiety syndrome where he ’must carry a large suitcase whenever he goes out,’ can he?’

Sabeck truly couldn’t understand what game Sean was playing.

The other Witch Hunters were just as clueless.

Not until they had stealthily followed Sean and Elvire to a bank.

The bank was in the city center. The pair took a taxi, so the hunters had no choice but to grab a taxi to follow.

The bank was called "West Continent Bank." Located on the city’s outer ring, it was one of the non-governmental banks in which the Florist Family held the most shares. Because it offered relatively high interest rates on demand deposits, it had attracted many clients. Sean had once been one of them.

It was currently the holiday season, so the bank was packed with people handling their finances. The lobby was full, and even though it was only noon, the ticket numbers being called were already past one thousand.

"Is he trying to withdraw money?" the subordinate asked.

"Maybe," Sabeck replied, uncertain himself.

Logically, after Sean had bested the Florist Family at the hospital, he was made a wanted man throughout the state. His accounts should have been frozen. Going to the bank was tantamount to walking right into a trap. Not only would he be unable to withdraw any money, he’d likely be reported by the staff and arrested.

However, out of respect for his adversary, Sabeck believed Sean couldn’t be that foolish.

’If he dares to come to the bank, he must be prepared. At the very least, he won’t be caught by the police that easily.’

Deposits and withdrawals fell into the category of "personal business." Sabeck wasn’t interested in how much money Sean had—no matter how large the sum, it wasn’t worth as much as the head on Sean’s neck. The reason he was here watching Sean was, one, for the excitement, and two, to personally confirm his subordinates hadn’t made a mistake and to pinpoint Sean’s lodging to facilitate their subsequent operations.

That’s why Sabeck should have left when they first reached the hotel; he still needed to arrange his men.

But unexpectedly, Sean had gone inside for just a minute before coming back out, carrying a large suitcase that looked empty. This made Sabeck doubt whether Sean was actually staying there. The matter was important, and since he couldn’t very well ask Sean to his face, he had no choice but to patiently keep following and wait outside the bank for Sean to finish his business.

’Ultimately, Sean has to go to a hotel to rest. He can’t just sleep on the street.’

Besides, New Eldo didn’t allow people to sleep on the streets; it was bad for the city’s image.

This was, after all, the world’s only model metropolis with no homeless people.

Sabeck hoped all the downtown hotels were fully booked, forcing Sean to stay in the suburbs. Otherwise, making a move would be very troublesome.

’That hotel near the airport just now would have been perfect.’

The other Witch Hunters thought so too.

But until the very end, none of them knew if Sean would actually go back. The only thing they could do was wait.

And so they waited, all the way until afternoon.

There were simply too many people at the bank. It wasn’t until they had completely run out of cash and an armored truck had come to replenish the vault that it was finally Sean’s turn.

Sabeck had been waiting so long he was about to fall asleep.

To prevent Sean from using the opportunity to escape, he had also taken a ticket and sat in a corner inside the bank. Now, seeing Sean finally get up and confirming that he was really there on business, Sabeck yawned, stood up, and prepared to wait outside.

But in the next second, the unexpected happened.

Just when Sabeck thought there would be no more surprises, Sean walked up to the counter and gave him the shock of his life.

The teller wore a polite smile and asked Sean, "Hello, sir. How may I help you?"

Sean: "I’d like to make a withdrawal."

"Then please give me your bank card," the teller said. "How much would you like to withdraw?"

"I saw the armored truck just now, so you should have plenty of cash, right?" Sean said. "I’ll take everything you’ve got."

The teller froze for a second. "Huh?"

’Everything you’ve got?’

’Is this a large-sum withdrawal?’

"Sir, you mean..."

"I mean—"

Sean gave her a gentle, radiant smile, pulled a gun from his coat, and aimed the thick, dark barrel at her. "This is a robbery."

The teller: "???"

Her first reaction was that Sean was joking with her. ’This joke isn’t just unfunny,’ she thought, ’it’s also dangerous. Brandishing a gun in public is considered intent to commit a crime, and the police have the right to shoot on sight. If he really wanted to use that gun on her, he could have waited until after her shift and invited her to a hotel to talk things over. She was actually quite interested in this handsome client.’

Not until Elvire, who had come with Sean, also pulled out a gun and pulled the trigger, firing at the ceiling.

"BANG!"

"Nobody move! This is a robbery!"

Everyone: "???"

Sabeck: "????"

’Wait, a rob... what?’

’A robbery??’

The bullet hit a square light panel embedded in the ceiling, shattering it instantly and showering the floor with glass shards.

"Help!"

"Call the police!"

"Someone’s robbing the bank!!"

A full second passed before the crowd erupted into chaos, letting out terrified screams and scrambling to flee.

Their reaction time showed that no one had ever imagined someone would dare to do something like this in New Eldo.

"BANG!"

Another shot.

"All of you, freeze!"

Elvire said coldly, "Everyone get against the wall, heads down, and shut your mouths! Otherwise, don’t blame me if my gun doesn’t have eyes... especially you!"

The young woman pointed her gun at Sabeck.

Sabeck: "???"

It wasn’t that he was afraid of the gun.

It was that the situation was just too surreal.

Sabeck stared at the dark muzzle of Elvire’s gun, his eyes wide as if he were seeing something unbelievable.

For a moment, he couldn’t tell if he was dreaming.

’Have these two gone insane?’

’Robbing a bank in broad daylight... and a bank in New Eldo, of all places?’

’How dare they??’

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